Thelma looked thoughtful.

The old earl leaned back slightly and subconsciously looked at the stone carving of the Dragon Spear in the Cloud above his head.

"Everyone!" Nazer spoke loudly, attracting the attention of the vassals in the hall. He didn't look like an old man at all:

"Six years have passed. When the power of the natural king is no longer there, due to various reasons, Longxiao City's so-called balance, balance of power, hé ping, tacit understanding," Nazer looked tired, as if talking to himself.

: "It has been broken long ago."

The hall fell silent, and these words made many people fall into deep thought.

"The six most powerful vassals broke up one after another around the power vacancy left by His Majesty Nunn."

The other four counts all moved. Except for Count Kierkegaard, the other three subconsciously avoided Lisban's glance.

"On the other hand, we Earls all suspect that the powerful Risban is monopolizing the political situation, isolating the Grand Duchess, and trying to ignore the great legacy left by His Majesty Nunn."

"On the other hand, Risban is sitting in the regent's seat, hating us for not obeying orders after the death of the late king, and for being so selfish and self-protective."

Thelma was stunned.

Nazer looked coldly at Lisban, whose face was as cold as ice, with disappointment and hatred in his eyes.

"Slightly smaller families are conservative and rule in their own territory. They are trembling in this confrontation and playing both sides for fear of taking a wrong step."

The humming among the vassals quieted down slightly.

"And the disaster, the advent of the Sky Queen, the sudden death of the natural king, including the strange coronation of King Charmaine here, have stirred up many storms among the people and made people panic?"

Thelma bit her lower lip lightly and looked at Thales subconsciously.

Nazer turned to the Grand Duchess and said in a rather embarrassing tone: "You are single and unmarried, and the sensitive Prince of the Stars is often with you in the court. I don't know how many rumors have been caused, which has tainted the public's ears and eyes."

Thelma stared at Thales motionless, but Thales just looked down at the floor tiles, even though Ian winked at him several times to hint.

Nazer's eyes flashed with pain and anger, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false: "What is even more distressing is that in the past six years, what people outside Longxiao City have seen is the once powerful and unparalleled man.

The fact that the direct bloodline of the Walton family has no successor except for an orphan girl."

"As a result, after Gongju Throne left Longxiao City, ambitious people like Charman Lumba gradually became greedy, and Qiyuan City's 'long-haired' Kulikun Roni became increasingly unruly, and Fengzhao, who had always been friends with

The city is indifferent, the garrison city and other places have a vague attitude towards us, and other local nobles under the rule of the Grand Duke have conflicts with our vassals more and more frequently."

Count Nazaire raised his head angrily and straightened up from the back of his chair.

He said coldly: "Not to mention the Imperial neighbors to the south, I don't know how many times they have celebrated the decline of this city in secret."

Thales scratched his head and still pretended not to know.

Nazer's tone became more and more severe: "Madam, it has been six years since we lost His Majesty Nuen, and Longxiao City can no longer be united. The embarrassment, resentment, loss and pain that we feel when we fall from the clouds to the bottom, can it be said that as women?

Grand Duke, can you really not see it at all?"

"Our so-called balance of power was completely shattered by His Majesty the late King during the earth-shattering changes six years ago!"

The atmosphere in the hall turned from eerie to heavy.

Lisban's face darkened.

Thales took a deep breath: This Count Nazaire...

He is worthy of being an outstanding person who has worked for King Nuen for many years.

If he wasn't on the opposite side of them.

In front of the pale face of the Grand Duchess and the thoughtful eyes of the princes, Nazer shook his head with pain on his face:

"Now, madam, do you understand what your marriage means, what it means that you have a strong husband, and what it means that you and your family have a healthy and reliable heir?"

Nazer's face was stern and his beard was angry. His words made the Grand Duchess stop at her previous expression and became speechless.

"Is this a sacrifice and price that is not good for you? Maybe," Nazer glanced at the vassals in the audience: "But is it something that must be done? Of course!"

Thelma looked at Nazer in disbelief, as if she didn't know how to react.

"We respect you, madam," the old Count Nazaire's expression returned to respect, and he bowed to the Grand Duchess: "But I believe that the best way to show this respect is to truly treat you as Long Xiao.

The ruler of the city, let the facts that a city's grand duke should face, the price and sacrifice that should be paid be revealed in front of you, no matter how unpleasant and uncomfortable it is, no matter it is a dilemma, or an obstacle to marriage is just one of them

.”

Thelma looked at Count Nazaire with some confusion, who seemed to be sincere.

"Instead of treating you like a puppet with strings pulled, decorated and locked in a deep palace."

"Instead of claiming to be a sheltering tree in the name of 'for your own good', and confidently cutting off all ties between you and the cruel side of this world," Nazer glanced contemptuously at the blue-faced Regent of Lisban.

: "What we need is a grand duke, lady, who can protect and control Longxiao City."

"Instead of a vase named Grand Duke, used to decorate Longxiao City."

"Nazaire!" Lisban's eyes were sharp: "What did you say?"

"He just expressed our feelings, Mr. Prime Minister," Count Linna replied coldly: "I really can't imagine what kind of regent would take our lord and his wife in six years.

Fengjun raised her as a princess of a country, even though she is a girl, she is the last direct bloodline of the Dragonlance family."

Lisban clenched his fists, and behind him, the Fallen Starman guarding the Grand Duchess had a blush on his face.

Thales hit a heavy blow on the shoulder: Ian leaned forward.

"I can finally see the relationship between these six vassals," Ian whispered in Thales's ear: "But, this Regent of Lisban, he has stayed in the Palace of Heroes for the past six years.

Here, are you blocking the knife for your little girl, or are you guiding the arrow?"

You have asked about the most critical point, Your Excellency Viscount.

Thales took a deep breath and suppressed the suspicion in his heart.

"Now, it's time to break that vase, madam," Count Nazaire ignored Lisban. He bowed to the Grand Duchess again, with gleaming eyes: "The broken tiles may sting your skin.

, but only blood can cleanse the hearts of Northlanders, even if you are just a girl."

When Thales listened to Nazer's words, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that perhaps the Earl of Nazaire or the other four vassals were not selfish and powerful ministers as Putilai said, nor were they like

What Lisban was wary of were the princes who were ready to make a move after Nuln passed away.

Thales' eyes swept over the wily Lisban, the calm Nazaire, the friendly Hearst, the silent Kierkegaard, the cold Linna, and the outspoken Curtson.

On the contrary, what King Nun left for his successor may be a team that is enough to restore the glory of Longxiao City.

However, this team experienced the biggest surprise caused by the premature death of King Nun...

A female Grand Duchess.

Thales looked at Thelma worriedly.

The Grand Duchess just looked at the Count blankly.

Didn't seem to respond.

There seemed to be nothing to say.

"The Nazer family has a saying: Noble people bear responsibilities, rulers must make sacrifices," Nazer said coldly: "You want to maintain the honor of the family and keep the prestige of Longxiao City? Of course, but with

At the same time, the price must be paid. This is you and your destiny."

"Ms. Thelma."

No one knew that at that moment, Prince Thales, who was fully focused, gently closed his eyes.

He vaguely remembered that day many years ago.

Thinking of that heavy and majestic voice in that dark tomb:

Thales opened his eyes suddenly!

Just when the entire audience fell into silence due to Count Nazaire's words, a familiar scream of pain broke the silence again.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The eyes in the hall once again looked in the same direction with confusion and dissatisfaction: the heir of Qiyuan City, His Excellency Viscount Ian Ronny, was shouting exaggeratedly, rubbing his calf and looking around him unhappily.

of Thales.

As if nothing had happened, Thales quietly retracted his foot, as if he had never kicked Ian's leg.

"What's wrong?" Earl Curterson's anger almost overflowed: "Your Excellency the Clown?"

The Grand Duchess and the vassals also looked at it one after another.

Ian sighed, ignoring the desperate code from the Qiyuan City envoy, shrugging helplessly and putting on a leisurely smile.

"Sorry to bother you," Mr. Ronny stood up, made a sign of termination, and smiled apologetically, as if he was really embarrassed: "You guys were having a lively conversation, but does anyone still remember the original topic?

Remember the Freedom League, remember, remember... we are the important parties?"

The six earls were slightly startled.

"Yes," Ian was beaming, looking at everyone in the hall, as if teaching words to children, dancing and speaking at the same time: "Qiyuan City..."

On the other side, the members of the mission from Qiyuan City sighed, lowered their heads, and no longer had any hope.
To be continued...